THROUGH THE EYES OF A BOTTLE:

Looking through the eyes of the green bottle he saw pretty rainbows,

 As the bottle slowly emptied, he saw myriads of colours in windows,

His best friends lived deep within the bottle´s green & friendly heart,

And he knew that from his green hearted bottle, he would never part.

Looking deep into the eyes of the bottle, his loneliness took wings & flew,

The cold became miraculously warm & he thawed & became warm anew,

The sad frown became a smile & the cruel laughter became a little kinder,

And he knew that with the green bottle, he would not need another minder.

Life had abandoned him & had stole the illusions that he had once owned,

The family he had loved, had now gone & had left him lonely & un-homed,

The job he had once had crumbled & his once good health had taken a fall,

The big men in the bank had robbed him & had taken his everything, his all.

Now on his hard, cold park bench, just his old green friend, the bottle & he,

Made him realize that this was his fate & was just the way it was meant to be,

Through the eyes of the bottle, nobody disappointed & nobody let him down,

And everyone who passes just smiles at him, all with the expression of a clown.